My Son(27)

“What sort of thing….all you have to do is be with me…..enjoy a top notch meal and clap when the cheques are handed in”

His large black eyes had looked pleading into her blue ones

“I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t really stuck”

Groaning softly she had once more played the clothes card

“But, I don’t have anything to wear” she had said apologetically seeing as he had smiled more brightly

“Beth told me that Celeste had come with loads of dresses……..surely there was more than one you could have ordered”

As she made to argue he had reached over to hold her hand, the touch sending all too familiar signals throughout her body

“Please, I can call Celeste first thing and have her send over the one that she’s got ready….you can always have one of the others for the big party”

Biting her lip Kelly had looked into his eyes with defeat.

“Oh alright…..” she had sighed gently

“But remember that I told you I don’t do these things well”

Marc flashed her one of his heart warming smiles while kissing her hand.

“Thank-you” he had said warmly

Kelly had said nothing as she tried to hide the tremors with which the kiss caused her, just as it had done when they had first met at a cocktail party all those months ago.

The next day as promised the red dress she had originally planned for Marc’s birthday party arrived, along with shoes and accessories, and after making sure that Beth was OK with Max she had prepared herself for the charity event. Large ornamental clasps enabled her to push her long blonde hair away from her face while still allowing it to fall down her back. She had applied her usual light dusting of make-up, more than sufficient to accentuate her lovely features. Smiling as she had looked at the final result she had to admit that the dress looked wonderful on her as it clung to her body showing her curves and the way her hips flared along her flat stomach. When she had descended the stairs, carefully holding on to the banister as she was not used to wearing such delicate heels, Marc had stepped forward approvingly

“Wow…..you wash up well” he had said with a note of laughter in his voice. However, there was a fire in his eyes which had made Kelly hold her breath for a second. He had held the wrap for her, as there was a slight chill in the air and as his fingers had moved warmly over her shoulders, she had shivered slightly enjoying the feel of them on her body.

They had arrived at the event in a black chauffeur driven limo, the journey only taking about half an hour, as the two of them had chatted happily in the back, mainly about Max. She had stolen several glances at him admiring how handsome he looked – not that he didn’t always she thought to herself – in his black tux. The smell of his aftershave had invaded her senses and she could feel how her whole body had responded to his presence in a very erotic way. Shaking herself she once again had reminded herself of who she was dealing with, Mr love ‘em and leave ‘em, but still she had been unable to shake the image of his hands upon her as they once had done.

On exiting the car, they were greeted at the door by a tall beautiful woman who was introduced to Kelly as Louise.

“Louise, this is my friend Kelly” Marc had said his voice soft

Louise had smiled warmly at her, welcoming her instantly, before directing them to the main hall in which the party was already in full swing. Marc had seemed very comfortable with Louise and briefly she wondered if they had a previous relationship, feeling a strange jealous heat in her stomach at this thought. As Marc had taken her arm Kelly had frowned slightly, remembering another party in which his date had clung to his arm as he had led her around like a puppy dog. Did he really expect the same from her, because Kelly was no puppy

As they moved to the first group Kelly found a glass of champagne in her hand, which she drank quickly suddenly very aware of being so close to Marc and nervous of such a large crowd of people. However, she quickly began to relax as he had introduced her to people as a leading illustrator and graphic designer. Giggling slightly she had looked at him with laughter in her eyes

“Graphic designer?”

He had looked back at her with a note of mischief in his voice

“It’s all about the way you present it Kelly….work with me here”

She had to admire just how well he could work it. Just as before, she could see that he knew exactly how to dominate a room. People were naturally drawn to him, women openly flirting with him despite her presence and men wanting his advice and opinion.

Marc in return had found having her beside him great fun. Unlike his usual dates who took offence and required constant reassurance when other women flirted with him she had kept him laughing with her “what they actually mean” interpretations. When women came up to him with comments such as “we should hook up sometime to discuss that” she would interpreted it as “Take me…dear God… take me right here right now” and he had laughed with her, for once enjoying the night so much he did not want it to end. It had also not escaped him the attention she was receiving. Many of his business colleagues were finding excuses to sidle up to her with offers of possible work trying to organise lunch dates to discuss details with her, all of whom she had smiled at and responded with non committal platitudes. He had felt stabs of jealousy each time, only to be amazed at how she would giggle at him with comments such as “I don’t think so” her eyes full of laughter. Kelly Brown he realised was no fool.